User blog comment:Biggren/The Silvir Conquest/@comment-4677325-20140616035721/@comment-3135907-20140718180952


 * The mink leans over and looks at Flynn and Sirinius, his eyes narrowed and teeth bared. He is not an especially large mink, in the respect that he is not fat or incredibly muscled, but he is that good combination of lean and wiry enough to be agile and muscled enough to be sufficiently strong.
 * His footpaws immediately square into a defensive polearms stance clearly practiced frequently, with his ranseur pointed at the two otters.
 * "Umbrag, cully," he says to a champagne ferret bent over a cooking pot nearby, obviously some kind of lieutenant. "We got ourselves some 'earties come by for tea, matey."
 * With five of his crew out foraging or collecting firewood, Umbrag and a rat named Ranktail are the only paws he has. "It's that otter we robbed yestiddy, an' some otherbeast wot I ain't seen," the mink continues. "Ahoy there, what do ye want? Bless yore cockles, but I don't think Umbrag'll be givin' up the cutlass 'e got off'n ye if that's what yore after, an' those oatfarls an' hunny is long gone, heh," he addresses Flynn. "All in good sport, eh? Geddout o' here, shipmate, afore ye get yoreself in real trouble." Apparently, the mink is confident that he and his companions can easily overcome the two otter intruders.